Halfway up the hill to the mesa, I met with Ginger, her sister and three kids. They later joined us at the Wilson place, where the three boys got a kick out of sitting on Doc.
The Three Amigos enjoyed running around the property and chewing every blade of grass they could. Everything worked great, until just about dark, when they decided to have some fun. Paul, his son Riley and I were setting around the campfire, when the lads decided to walk across the new lawn, break into the chicken feed, and otherwise bring whatever destruction they could.
As a result of their vandalism, the three “mucho bad” Amigos are in horsey jail tonight. After rounding them up, I curtailed their freedom by placing them in the playpen. Tomorrow, they’ll be on parole, until they act up, then it’s back in the slammer for them.